New York, Queens.
Peter Parker shot out several strands of webbing, deftly yanking a speeding hover bike into a crash before leaping after it and knocking down several more hover bikes behind it.
Vaulting between skyscrapers, he had left quite a few Chitauri corpses in his wake.
But...
"Stein Group safeguards your safety..."
"All civilians, please seek nearby shelter immediately..."
In the distance, electronic broadcasts echoed alongside the sounds of towering robots moving about.
Of course, he knew what they were. They were robots manufactured by his friend and classmate Lee Stein's company.
Compared to those robots, the Chitauri he had taken down were practically insignificant.
Looking down at his open hands, he felt the insignificance of individual strength for the first time. One emergency plan from Stein Group was enough to protect the entire city and even launch a counterattack against an alien army. But with his strength alone, even if he drained every last bit of stamina... how many could he kill? How many could he save...
"Now isn't the time to think about this. Come on!"
Shaking his head, Peter Parker clenched his fists and gave himself a quick pep talk before shooting out more webbing and swinging between the skyscrapers once again.
His aunt had already been taken care of. Now, he needed to save as many people as possible—and check on another friend of his... Harry Osborn.
"Harry's just an ordinary person. I hope nothing happened to him."
With a heavy heart, Peter Parker hurried toward the Osborn family villa, but he simply could not move very fast.
Compared to his friend, he also could not turn a blind eye to the rampaging Chitauri and terrified New York civilians around him. This greatly slowed him down.
After taking care of an unknown number of enemies